RHINO: "Yeah, like the way you Frogs lifted your skirts to the Nazis before we had to save your butts."
BATROC: "Repayment for helping finance your Revolution, imbecile."
RHINO: "Oh yeah? How about - if anybody got a problem with me, step up. Got that Frenchie?"
BATROC: "I don't know if you can fight, Rhino. But you are certainly the most clever American I've ever met."
RHINO: "Ha! You got that ri-- Hey, is that a wisecrack?"
SO! Yeah! Once again, how did my pants come off last night??
Why does this keep happening??
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeest
You've got to be the beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeest
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now.
I recently saw Kung Fu Hustle and I thought it was pretty good. There wasn't as much humor in it as I thought there'd be, but it was still good. Man, I am feeling incredibly uninspired. Whyyyyyyyy am I even bothering.
Hooooooooow many movies are there going to be where there is The One. The CHOOOOOSEN One. Who must fulfill his (because it's rarely a her) destiny. It must be some kind of fad.
And lo and behold, another character who overcomes his trials and tribulations by being blessedly endowed with super, in this case Kung Fu, power. No effort or work was made to acquire this greatness; it simply fell into his lap.
As if anyone or anything could ever achieve greatness without work or effort.
Why work for anything; I deserve greatness just by being who I am.
That's the American Dream.
Well, the American Dream is complicated. But people, especially today, like to think that they deserve things when they really haven't put forth any effort. It's more of the secret unutterable American Dream.
The blatant American Dream, obviously, is that if you work hard, you can achieve anything. which is a crock of bull.
I'm not one who believes in fate, really. It's kind of nice to imagine. Well, it's not so much that I don't believe in fate as much as I don't believe that everything will always turn out okay. I don't think things always happen for a reason, although I do think that we can learn from what happens.
For we middle class Americans, yeah, things will be okay most of the time, more or less. If you have a computer in your house, you're head and shoulders over half the world already.
But for those who wander the streets. those who are malnourished half a world away. those who are victims of infanticide. those who are born into harsh poverty. those who are victims of any sick abuse. those who are broken by and weary of the world. well. they didn't turn out so okay, did they.
This is not a new development. I've felt this way all along.
I'm probably reading into this movie a whoooole lot deeper than needed.
I really DID enjoy Kung Fu Hustle, though. heh. I just needed to go on a rant.
Needlesss to say, I still need to see Shaolin Soccer.
I also recently bought the new NIN and it's okay. just okay. The problem is that all of the songs SOUND like songs. They don't sound like WORKS. What I liked so much about NIN is that they didn't conform to a mold. But these songs are just like, "okay, put in some lyrics. add a refrain. throw in some yelling. bodda-bing bodda-boom there's a song." And yeah, the best songs are just okay.
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
Yeah, not the most original of lyrics. but they juxtapose nicely with the music.
SHIT. I am loving Invisible Man.
the lulling movement of multisyllabic words to thrill and console us.
That book is brutal. just brutal. and good. shit.
Man, literature is truth.
not scientific truths. not statistical truths. not mathetmatical truths. not measured truths.
but human truths. life truths. secret truths. intimate truths. spiritual truths. truths you cannot measure.
If my grandfather was a cartoon chracter, he'd probably be Fred Flintstone.
If I was a cartoon character, I would be Milhouse.
a sexified Milhouse.
BATROC: "Repayment for helping finance your Revolution, imbecile."
RHINO: "Oh yeah? How about - if anybody got a problem with me, step up. Got that Frenchie?"
BATROC: "I don't know if you can fight, Rhino. But you are certainly the most clever American I've ever met."
RHINO: "Ha! You got that ri-- Hey, is that a wisecrack?"
SO! Yeah! Once again, how did my pants come off last night??
Why does this keep happening??
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeest
You've got to be the beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeest
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now.
I recently saw Kung Fu Hustle and I thought it was pretty good. There wasn't as much humor in it as I thought there'd be, but it was still good. Man, I am feeling incredibly uninspired. Whyyyyyyyy am I even bothering.
Hooooooooow many movies are there going to be where there is The One. The CHOOOOOSEN One. Who must fulfill his (because it's rarely a her) destiny. It must be some kind of fad.
And lo and behold, another character who overcomes his trials and tribulations by being blessedly endowed with super, in this case Kung Fu, power. No effort or work was made to acquire this greatness; it simply fell into his lap.
As if anyone or anything could ever achieve greatness without work or effort.
Why work for anything; I deserve greatness just by being who I am.
That's the American Dream.
Well, the American Dream is complicated. But people, especially today, like to think that they deserve things when they really haven't put forth any effort. It's more of the secret unutterable American Dream.
The blatant American Dream, obviously, is that if you work hard, you can achieve anything. which is a crock of bull.
I'm not one who believes in fate, really. It's kind of nice to imagine. Well, it's not so much that I don't believe in fate as much as I don't believe that everything will always turn out okay. I don't think things always happen for a reason, although I do think that we can learn from what happens.
For we middle class Americans, yeah, things will be okay most of the time, more or less. If you have a computer in your house, you're head and shoulders over half the world already.
But for those who wander the streets. those who are malnourished half a world away. those who are victims of infanticide. those who are born into harsh poverty. those who are victims of any sick abuse. those who are broken by and weary of the world. well. they didn't turn out so okay, did they.
This is not a new development. I've felt this way all along.
I'm probably reading into this movie a whoooole lot deeper than needed.
I really DID enjoy Kung Fu Hustle, though. heh. I just needed to go on a rant.
Needlesss to say, I still need to see Shaolin Soccer.
I also recently bought the new NIN and it's okay. just okay. The problem is that all of the songs SOUND like songs. They don't sound like WORKS. What I liked so much about NIN is that they didn't conform to a mold. But these songs are just like, "okay, put in some lyrics. add a refrain. throw in some yelling. bodda-bing bodda-boom there's a song." And yeah, the best songs are just okay.
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
Yeah, not the most original of lyrics. but they juxtapose nicely with the music.
SHIT. I am loving Invisible Man.
the lulling movement of multisyllabic words to thrill and console us.
That book is brutal. just brutal. and good. shit.
Man, literature is truth.
not scientific truths. not statistical truths. not mathetmatical truths. not measured truths.
but human truths. life truths. secret truths. intimate truths. spiritual truths. truths you cannot measure.
If my grandfather was a cartoon chracter, he'd probably be Fred Flintstone.
If I was a cartoon character, I would be Milhouse.
a sexified Milhouse.